I Can't ...

Jam has started saying this new thing that just cracks me up. If he doesn't want to do something, he looks at me and he says "I can't like that." If I ask him to help me clean up the books, he says "I can't like it."

There are lots of things I can't like too...

It's a Karma Thing...

Yesterday I was driving with the boys and I had to run an errand. I found a clutch front parking spot. I signaled, drove up to back into the spot. As I was backing up I noticed that someone had snuck into the spot. What the @#$%? I gave a honk or two and signaled with my hands that I was backing into the spot. The woman woudn't budge. I honked some more, but I finally decided that the whole thing wasn't worth it. Yes, I was certainly annoyed, but it's a karma thing. I'm in no way hoping that a bad thing falls upon woman in Escalade, but she should watch her back because someone slimy may steal her spot in the near future. That's just how the planets are alligned. Jam said "it's okay, Mommy." And I said "you are so right, buddy." And then Mudd laughed....that is one wise old soul!

Jam's Lipstick

Jam has been walking around the house with his lipstick (aka chapstick). I know that it's buggin Big D that his son is moseying around saying "where is my lipstick? I need it now!"

Scene: We were in the playroom and we were playing with his tool set. I was like the sous-carpenter.
"Hammer." That would be my cue to hand it to him.
"Screwdriver." Gotcha.
"Pliers."
"Lipstick."

Gotta love my son...

Shout out to Baby Celebs

So, I'm flipping through US Weekly (it's an embarassing habit and I'm admitting it so long as you promise not to pass on the info that snucked in between The New Yorker and Vanity Fair is the slim pickings of a mag with way more photos than copy..I know, I know)...and they feature all of the celebs who recently had babies in the past month or so. Gwen had baby Kingston, and Angelina had Shiloh. They were preceeded in birth by Brooke's daughter, Grier and TomKat's production named Suri. Mudd's got a lot of friends to meet and playdate with at the various LA kiddie stomping grounds. They could share a swing at the Malibu Country Mart, or a stroll down Main Street during the Farmer's Market...I'll look for the telltale Bugaboo the next time we're out walking. We prefer hanging out sans entourage, if that's alright.

Mudd Walks and Jam Talks...

Jam has been narrating everything. We went to the park and Jam let me know that we talk way too much about the whole potty thing. Two olders kids yelled that they were going to the bathroom and when they came back to the swings Jam started clapping, "yay, you made a poop in the potty." I was mortified. Thankfully, the kids were good sports. I'm kinda letting the potty thing figure itself out. Which means that I haven't really been pushing it, and The Wiggles undies are getting nice and cozy in the bottom drawer where they NEVER see the light of day. (Any advice would be greatly appreciated, PS)
Mudd decided to make his presence known by standing up today. We were all sitting in the playroom and I turned around and the big little guy was looking down at me like "what? I've been doing this for years." It was wild...and scary too. My boys are growing up...(sniff).

Brangelina for Tots...

Jam loves his catalogs. We got a couple in the mail yesterday and he has been in heaven all weekend. He carries them around with him and points to the various toys that we either have, or don’t need (a slip n’ slide…old school, I know) and says “want that, want this.” Oh, Jam. Thou shall not covet Target’s toys.
He’s also fascinated with the names of the children in the ads. Normally, I go with the all out classic names when he asks me “What’s the name?” Things like: Luke, William, Aidan, Grace, Ava. But today, I was absolutely stumped. He asked me “What’s his name?” So I said Tom. The girl’s name became Katie, the other girl was Angelina, then came Brad…. I hate to expose my son to Hollywood at such an innocent and carefree age, but that’s what happens when you live in LA. Next thing I know, he'll be driving his Little Tikes up to the Ivy valet...this could get ugly.

Ode to Mudd (as he nears the seven month mark)

Mudd is jumping like crazy. He's a big kid and the crown molding is whimpering. But the jumper is so much fun. Because when you're almost seven months old it feels good to stand in place and shake that bootay, especially on a full stomach (which is almost all the time!) Okay, no fat jokes, Mudd...
We love you, our (big) little man.